Chapter 29: Father and Son
Feng Shi stepped forward and picked up the lantern.
The cave wasn’t deep, and Yan Cheng didn’t appear. The monster’s tracks were also unknown. Every clue broke off again.
Subsequently, the three searched around the cave but found nothing.
It had to be said, Yan Cheng was very cautious.
With that shadow monster, he indeed didn’t need to show himself at all.
But according to Xiao Yuhui, once this technique succeeded, the demonic cultivator’s strength would increase by more than one realm. At that time, relying on the three of them to deal with him would become nonsensical talk.
Thinking of this, a trace of gloom tainted Feng Shi’s brow. He turned to ask Xiao Yuhui, “Senior Brother, can this matter be reported to the sect?”
Xiao Yuhui adjusted his breath on the spot. His condition was much better. Hearing this, he said, “A message has already been sent. Let’s wait for news.”
Feng Shi nodded. After thinking, he asked again, “The two Senior Brothers are widely knowledgeable. Do you know what that black shadow monster we saw tonight was?”
Xiao Yuhui shook his head first. “Never heard of it, never seen it.”
Feng Shi then shifted his gaze to Cao Ni.
Although the two didn’t get along, Cao Ni listened to Shen Songhe the most usually, so naturally, he took the current mission extremely seriously.
He pursed his lips, lowering his gaze as if recalling something.
“I heard people mention something similar before, but no one explained what exactly this thing is. I only know a saying calling this thing a Dead Puppet.”
“Demons and evil spirits who died wrongfully have their souls detained and made into puppets. Although controlled by others, they still retain the last obsession from when they were alive.”
Hearing the word “obsession,” Feng Shi immediately associated it with his previous doubts.
So, what would be this monster’s obsession?
What it kept reciting that day—”found it, found it”—who was it trying to find?
Feng Shi thought for a long time, but the clues were simply too few.
“Judging by the body shape, this black shadow should have been a fish demon when alive,” Cao Ni said.
Feng Shi’s mind turned, thinking of the Merman Cave from before, and told the two about this information.
“Could it be that this monster was the owner of that cave dwelling when alive? But when I went to check before, what lived inside were clearly two black flood dragons.”
Xiao Yuhui asked, “Where are the black flood dragons now?”
Feng Shi untied the bottle covered with black cloth from his waist. “One survived, and the other is already dead, currently hanging on the guillotine in the city.”
Xiao Yuhui took the Little Black Snake into his hand to observe carefully, frowning. “I wonder if there is any connection between the two…”
Feng Shi wanted to know too.
【Oh my~ Host Lord, some things should be left to professionals, right? Why don’t you consider buying something?】 Qingqing seized the opportunity to promote sales, evidently very anxious about performance targets.
Feng Shi looked at his account points, which were cleaner than his face, and had no thoughts.
【You can buy on credit oh~】
Feng Shi gritted his teeth in hesitation.
【Friendly price, only 200 points~!】
Feng Shi picked his fingers, looking like he was reluctantly parting with a treasure. “Fi…”
【Fine! Qingqing’s smashing-pot-selling-iron price! Not 9.9! Not 99! Only 199!】
Feng Shi: “…”
199? Is there any difference? Are you sure you didn’t add an extra ‘1’?
“Forget it, buy it.”
199, can’t buy a loss, can’t buy being fooled.
Hearing this, Qingqing immediately beamed with joy. After so long, this was the first time Feng Shi saw a robot customer service with such vivid expressions.
【Okay then! Which service would the Dear Host Lord like to purchase? A hint? Or inspiration injection? Oh right, you’ve already guessed the plot summary just now, no need to purchase extra~】
“Um… let’s go with inspiration injection.”
He seemed to have figured out the gist of it himself; he just had no leads now and couldn’t find the person.
“Let’s say this first, I want to know how to find Yan Cheng and that black shadow.”
【Okay then~ 199 points deducted. Inspiration Injection purchased successfully~】
【Inspiration Injection:
Plan A: Host might as well try cross-dressing again.
Plan B: Host can start from the Little Black Flood Dragon and dig out the story within oh~】
After listening, Feng Shi instantly felt a wave of pain in his flesh. Did he spend 199 points to buy a fart?!
Of course he knew there was a problem with the Little Black Flood Dragon.
That night, after hearing the shadow’s song, the Little Black Snake broke the bottle. So, was it because it recognized the other party?
He took the bottle containing the Little Black Flood Dragon back from Xiao Yuhui and observed the Little Black Snake sleeping soundly inside.
These past few days, the other party had been listless and dispirited, seemingly still immersed in the pain of losing a family member.
Feng Shi hadn’t dared to let him out, afraid that his spirit beast’s keen sense of smell would pick up the scent of the mother flood dragon on the guillotine and make him even sadder.
But now, Feng Shi wasn’t sure if he already knew.
Returning to the inn, Feng Shi first went back to the room to check on the white dumpling, then placed the Little Black Snake on the table and knocked on the bottle.
The Little Black Snake opened its eyes to look at him but didn’t react much, resting its head back on its coiled body.
Feng Shi tried to communicate with him. “Do you know that person?”
“The one singing that night.”
The Little Black Snake didn’t react, lying listlessly as if it were about to pass away in the next second.
Seeing he was ignored, Feng Shi had to continue, “I saw him again last night. He was singing.”
The Little Black Snake’s eyeballs moved, and its gaze seemed to slowly land on Feng Shi’s mouth.
Feng Shi saw hope and persisted, “He seems to be looking for someone… is it you?”
The Little Black Snake raised its head, moved close to the bottle wall, blew some bubbles, and swept its tail back and forth at the bottom of the bottle.
“Is he looking for you? And your mother?”
“I’m going to see him again tonight. Do you want to come along?”
Hearing this, the Little Black Snake slammed its head fiercely against the perforated bottle cap, seemingly wanting to come out.
Feng Shi hurriedly opened the lid.
The Little Black Snake stuck its head out, sniffed, and then whimpered sorrowfully.
Feng Shi thought, since this place wasn’t far from the guillotine, he must have smelled it.
“Don’t be afraid.” It was such a pale and thin comfort.
The Little Black Snake leaned its head gently against Feng Shi’s finger. Its body was cold, making it impossible to tell if there were tears.
Feng Shi rubbed its tiny head with his thumb and asked softly, “Can you help me with something? The people who killed your mother are dead, but there is someone behind them who ordered it. I want to kill him.”
The Little Black Snake rubbed against his hand again, tacitly agreeing.
“Then I’ll ask you some questions. You nod or shake your head.”
The Little Black Snake nodded immediately. It was still too young to transform or speak human language, so it could only express itself this way.
Feng Shi then carefully asked his conjecture, his tone slightly hesitant, “You and that black shadow, you… is he… your father?”
The Little Black Snake swung its tail excitedly and nodded vigorously. He was anxious but didn’t know how to express it.
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